Trust Fund The Mill
When the world feels full and new
What is there for you to do
To sing, and to the songbird smother
Or to document the work of others
Feelings spilling from my head
The note I wrote myself, it read:
‘Essay not upon the self uncovered
But document the work of others'
A song I used to pique your interest
A song I used to gain your trust
Grist for the mill of lovers
Now I document the work of others
Bert, don't let yourself get down
Sometimes boredom wants you around
'Til light is rediscovered
Document the work of others
The songs we write they will not last
All this dross we have amassed
Now me, my sister, and my brother
We all document the work of others